Dreams, some say are thoughts or other mental experiences during sleep. Some say dreams mean, to image the possible or the impossible. Dreams are also interpreted as the state one is currently in, or deciphered into a lucky or not so lucky numbers. But what if you were actually inside of a dream and could not get out - or better yet, what you saw in your sleep became your reality upon waking.

This is precisely what happened to me last week. I finally crawled into my bed after a long day as usual. Several images flashed through my mind, before I settled in this rolling set of events.

I was in the conference room, at Writer's Inc, brainstorming with my collaborators the ending of a documentary called “Out of Body Experiences.”. We came up with some wonderful ideas and narrowed them down to two. One is to end the story with ‘no one has out of body experiences. Based on the assumption that if your spirit is out of your body, it means you are dead and no one comes back from the dead, save Jesus Christ and those He chose to raise in His day. The other is to give an open ending and allow people to come up with their own conclusion. It took up three hours to scratch the idea of trying to prove they exist due to the lack of ability to base it on science.

“Well guys,” I said, gathering my papers together. “I’m, starving, I will see you people next Thursday. Lindsey, you and organ work on that ‘dead is dead’ idea, while Rob and me tackle the open ended view.”

“Sure bill, that sounds like a plan. Hey, I haven't been to that new cafe over on Bradshaw blvd. do you want to grab a bite there? Maybe we can wrap this up tonight.” Lindsey said.

“No thanks, I’ve had enough or the day. I'm going to get something at home and call it might.” I replied.

“Me too,” bob agreed.

“I’ll go” Morgan offered.” we can chew over our ideas, no pun intended.”

I made it back to my two-bedroom bungalow. The clock on the living room wall read 12:15 a. m. I dragged into to kitchen and made myself a sub on Italian bread, topped with ham, Swiss cheese, shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes and a few dill pickles, yuumm, my favorite midnight sandwich, and washed it down with pineapple juice. I glanced into the smaller of the two bedrooms, which was converted into a home office and saw the ‘you’ve got mail’ message flashing. I'll read that in the morning I thought, collapsed on the semi-firm, queen-sized bed and tossed to find a comfortable position, which took all of thirty seconds.

in my dream, there where no pressure of pressing deadlines, everything was in order. I felt on top of the world. I found myself in a straight back love seat, with no worries at all. I stretched out to relax, absorbing my entire stress environment, and slipped into total contentment. Suddenly I felt myself floating, not giving it much thought; I reasoned that it was the feeling of satisfaction elating me. The continuous rising caused me to open my eyes, feeling now like I am a little higher than I should be. What I saw was my body still stretched and lounging. I floated into another scene, landing gently on my feet. I was in my office at Writer’s Inc. working on the end of the “Out of Body” story. When out of the office door’s window I noticed other employees at my Secretary Tracy’s desk. I opened the door. “What’s going on”? I asked.

“I don’t know; he’s never late.” Tracy’s said, with a look of worry in her eyes.

“Who’s never late?” I asked.

“Maybe he overslept” Lindsey said.

“That would be highly unusual, he hasn't overslept in the three years I've worked for him.”

“It happens to everyone at one time or another, try his home phone.” Lindsey said

“I've called several times; I’m not getting an answer.” Tracy said.

At that moment, Morgan walked over. “What going on guys?”

“Have you talked to Bill lately?” Lindsey asked.

Confused I asked “What do you mean...? Suddenly I felt ill, my heart started sinking and nausea took over. I slowly walked back to my office chair as random images of my dream flashed across my memory. “This can’t be happening, no wonder they were ignoring me. Am I really here at work? I’m not dead, I don’t feel dead.” I yelled.

Just then another image flashed. My spirit was lowering its self back into my body. I could feel my limbs stretch. I opened my eyes to the familiar sight f my bedroom. “What a dream” I said, rubbing my forehead wit relief. I got up, showered and went into work. I arrived before everyone else, as usual, put the coffee on and sat at my desk reviewing my notes for the weekly meeting.

Tracy sat at her desk out side of my office as 8:00 sharp. I smiled “everything's back to normal.” Lindsey and Morgan met at Tracy's desk. Ten minutes goes by before I collect my notes and head to the conference. I opened the office door. Bob joins the group at Tracy's desk. Hey anyone heard from Bill?

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